I'm thinking about getting a cat. That isn't her on the right, just one that sort of looks like her. Except she's a lot prettier.
Now let me be clear. I've always been a dog person. The bigger the better. I never had a cat as a kid, but did have one for about 12 years when I was married. That cat was a miserable one - it liked to sit on your lap but then if you petted it too long, it'd turn around and hiss at you. I always said, "Never again."
But several friends have cats and I've gotten to know them a bit better. So I started researching them a bit. I decided that if I got one, I'd get a British Shorthair. However, I hadn't really gotten around to really looking since I figured I should get through my surgery first.
About a month ago, I walked past the pet store next to where I go for massage therapy. There in the window was a 5 year-old orange and white female cat named Olivia. Well, I stopped in and talked to her for a while and she seemed to think I was okay. Her family had moved and couldn't take her with them, so had given her to the humane association to find her a new home. I looked at all the stats on her and thought that she would make some lucky person very happy.
So probably about twice a week since then, I stop in to say "Hi Olivia." The second time I went in, she came right to me and rubbed up against the cage towards me and let me touch her gently. I asked if anyone had shown any interest in her and was told that a couple had applied to adopt her. So, I thought "Okay, she'll get adopted."
However, just because you apply, you don't necessarily get her. They want Olivia to have a good home where someone be around most of the time, would really love her, and not end up taking her back. They want a home with no other pets and preferably no children. Well, that's me.
Today, Olivia was still there so I started thinking more seriously about her. And today I also talked to a couple of friends who are encouraging me to go and get her. Both have offered to come with me to see her and I just might go tomorrow night. But first I have to ask one of my daughters if she'll look after her for me when I'm in the hospital and if she'll help out with her for a while when I come home. The other daughter is worried because she says her son is "highly allergic" to cats. But then her husband said that if I wanted a cat I should get one and that they don't come over that often anyway and Noah would be fine.
So what do you think? I've been told having a pet is very helpful when recovering from something like what I'm facing. She would be good company and some"one" to chat with when I'm home alone.
- Delta, British Columbia, Canada
- I took very early retirement from teaching in '06 and did some traveling in Europe and the UK before settling down to do some private tutoring. As a voracious reader, I have many books waiting in line for me to read. Tell me I shouldn't read something, and I will. I'm a happy, optimistic person and I love to travel and through that believe that life can be a continuous learning experience. I'm looking forward to traveling more some day. I enjoy walking, cycling, water aerobics & and sports like tennis, volleyball, and fastpitch/baseball. I'm just getting into photography as a hobby and I'm enjoying learning all the bits and bobs of my digital camera. My family is everything to me and I'm delighted to be the mother of two girls and the Gramma of a boy and a girl. I may be a Gramma, but I'm at heart just a girl who wants to have fun.